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TEACHER TEACHER EVERYWHERE

Who is the best teacher? Is it the one in your kindergarten school where your foundations were laid? Were the teachers of your school till XII the best? Were the college teachers the best? All those like me who had a college life of a different kind as we joined the NDA, should we consider our academic teachers there the best or the Directing Staff, or our drill and PT ustads?  After graduation we moved for further studies to the IMA, do I take those instructors who guided me to get my commission as the best? As my career progressed I did many professional courses were they my best teachers? On retirement I had the privilege to study at one of the prestigious management institutes of India called IIM Ahmadabad; did I find my best teachers there?

I got married so I taught my wife a few things and now after 28 years she teaches me more. Most of us married folks will vouch for such strict teachers. As life progressed a child came in our lives and suddenly one found everyone else becoming a teacher. Everyone became a doctor, nurse, nanny, as if we were dopes. As you grow with your child does your child also become your teacher?

In school and college you make tons of friends, are they also your teachers? In your profession you meet people and go through lots of pleasant and unpleasant experiences from people. Are they your teachers? You are a member of a society in which you live, you go and live in different lands, you see and meet people of various castes, creeds, religions, regions, speaking different languages, following so many customs, do they teach you anything? Then comes your religious teacher he could be a padre, a monk, a guru, a baba, a molvi or a pandit; are they your teachers?

Births and deaths in the family teach you many things in life, so do I consider such experiences as teachers. You meet genuine people and frauds they both teach you something, so do they from part of the teachers. I faced the enemy on various fronts both conventional and unconventional operations like the insurgency in J&K and Manipur. Did they teach me something? I braved the deserts of Rajasthan and also the icy deserts of Ladakh did they teach me something? I para-jumped from aircrafts, drove and fired from ICVs; I handled logistics of a Brigade as an aftermath of the attack on our parliament from induction to de-induction. Those were lessons for a lifetime for me.

I think the answer to all the above questions is yes. Life is a learning process, everyday is learning and everyday is a lesson. Every experience is a lesson. I would rather say that I am my own biggest teacher. If I want to learn, I definitely will, if I decide not to learn there is no force on earth which can make me learn. The quality of the teacher is immaterial; the environment in which you study is not the issue. The number of laptops you use is also irrelevant; it is just your will to learn. Your teacher can be anyone. If the mind is open and receptive a shoemaker can also teach you a lesson of your life.

My Brigade Commander got wild with me one day when I had sought his permission to attach a newly released gypsy from a regiment to the brigade. He said son never snatch a chocolate from a child, either don’t give it and if you have given it don’t snatch it back. You will be the worst person for that child. It was a huge lesson for me for life as it touched me deep inside. You all may draw your own lessons from this. This commander was a different kind of teacher. He could show his displeasure by just lowering his spectacles on his nose. Cheers Brig Grewal, I owe this to you sir.

If you have animals in your home, I consider them to be teachers too. I was lucky to see cats and dogs as best friends, bitches feeding kittens, chicken cuddling up with cats, parrots riding a dog on its head, dogs taking dogs for walks, cat and dog team killing a cobra in the house. Their unconditional love and affection, their seventh sense that something is wrong, their joy to tell you how much they missed you when you came back on annual leave. One really needs to learn from them.

Patience and perseverance I learnt watching my father while angling. Therefore, I humbly request everyone to pursue a hobby. I picked up gardening as one and I lost many plants, some due to over watering due to my enthusiasm and some due to lack of knowledge of protection from sun and shade. I drew my lessons from incorrect potting, over manuring, wrong season to sow, too much of insecticide becoming a disaster. I am learning.

I also picked up writing also as a hobby like I am writing this piece. I learnt to handle criticism. I learnt to see the positive in the negative comments. I learnt to take appreciation in its own stride. I know the difference between a genuine comment and thumbs up on face book.  I can’t be always right is the biggest learning for me. The best part of all is I learnt how to type myself.

To draw a line who was the best teacher and what was the best lesson it is getting difficult for me say. I dedicate this article to my parents, teachers, wife, daughter, coaches, instructors, gurus, ustads, Indian Army, colleagues, relatives, friends, class mates, course mates, hobbies and pets that touched my life somewhere to give some lessons in life which I shall cherish throughout. Thank you every one, keep guiding me. I also want to thank internet too which helps me research my topics. This one I did not research at all, I just kept penning my thoughts. I want to keep picking up life’s lessons as I go. My learning will not end till I die. Will it, I wonder!!!!!!!!!

JAI HIND

FAREWELL MY FRIEND PROMOD

I read this heart wrenching news today that Promod is no more. A NDA Brigadier rose to be an actual Brigadier, hats off to you brother. Well for all those privileged people let me confess, we used to feel jay of all those who had one star* on their satchels. We used to admire those who had two of them and were called Generals**. In fact all of us still take a bow for those who had three stars and continued as Field Marshals***.

I and Promod were from the same battalion in NDA, he was in Alpha and I was in Charlie. Basically we clicked as we attended many French and English classes together. Promod was a happy go lucky person with dopey, sleepy, large but glistening eyes. He was fun loving, jovial and a spirited person who would win any ones heart. I am sure his nature was such that even if he would be angry he would not be able to show it. Well, what bonded us instantly was that we were smokers. Once I moved to India Squadron in V term, I met another Brigadier called G Prakash. Both these guys were class mates from Sainik School. My interactions with Promod increased as fags used to be available with me as a last resort. He only taught me where to hide them. He taught me how to smoke a Panama non filter till your finger tips and lips got burnt. In fact I got introduced to panama and got hooked on to it. My last empty pack of the luxurious Wills Gold went out of the window and saved me my budget imbalance.

This bugger was good at billiards, so one fine day I was introduced to the night billiards in India Squadron. But as luck would have it the DS of Air force caught us. We were given a stern warning and imagine an Alpha squadron chap went scot free in India Squadron as the DS was new. Then one fine day we all decided to have a nonstop billiards session. Sixth termers never gave us a chance during earthly hours, so we decided to do something at unearthly hours. So if I remember correctly, I, G Prakash (He is an Admiral now I suppose) Ajay another naval dope* and rest my memory fades decided to report sick. Reason we decided was conjunctivitis. Now how to ensure we look devastated with this communicable disease as one used to get 7 days SIQ (Sick in Quarters) for that. Promod suggested let us rub Colgate in our eyes and see the effect. I had never reported sick in NDA nor had been SIQ ever and it was close to end of term. I fell for it.

Dr Maj Mrs SK Singh looked at all of us sitting in the corridor of the MH and signed our SIQ slips without questions for a change. Knowing her reputation we were expecting to be told to attend all parades with closed eyes. With blood shot eyes all of us came to India Squadron smoked a fag each, slipped our SIQ slips under the door of the CSMs undie and off we rushed to the billiards room. The game started and to our utter surprise the DS body of India and Lima Squadrons landed up and shooed us away. Later we found the whole billiards room smelling of dettol and phenyl as we were told they got it disinfected seeing our condition. “Mokashi” the Batman used to wait with breakfast till almost 12. We used to quickly gobble bread, jam and eggs with a fresh plan, how and when to play the next game.

It was decided that we will now play night billiards; whole day we shall sleep and play at night. First task was managing blankets that we did with ease. Next was hanging them on the anteroom windows, with a little ingenuity we did that also. The game and fags began. We played and played billiards. The in offs and pots suddenly started falling in place. The long shots and flukes were perfected, the fouls and misses reduced drastically. We became experts in repairing tips of the cues ourselves. Game was top class. Company was top class. Time was ours. A jam session used to be on every day. We were the kings of billiards in NDA.

My room was on the first floor ante room flank, basically a safe haven for all the billiards playing stalwarts. So one fine day after being fed up having the same old cold bread, squished eggs, liquidy butter and jam in those huge tiffin’s we decided to “seko” our toasts in the morning. I had managed a heater from the helper on which he used to melt wax for our drill boots. Unfortunately the electricity went off. So another fag session and a decision of playing a twenty point game and be back to toast our slices. We peeled off the blankets and forgot to switch on the lights and the game begun. Suddenly there was shouting of AAG-AAG (fire), bloody hell my room was drenched as drenched could be. All of us were in pyjamas and shorts, nothing on top. DS body was lined up in my flank. My lock broken, as it is it used to be a piddly one? My heater with the squaddy and on the last day of our SIQ I got 14 restrictions for cooking in the room. We had left the toasts on the lid of the tiffin and forgot to switch it off while going for our World billiards Championship. The lights came on, we had left the toasts which were ready to be toasted but they got smoked and burnt down to cinders.

Promod and rest of the gang evaporated into thin air. I think MK Sandeep* was also there. I was marched up and till end of term I must have done 28 more restrictions. Well my dear Promod, we may not play billiards anymore but I fondly remember you as a super soul with a heart of Gold. Rest in Peace my brother. We shall miss you. A small thank you from me and LXVI course for all the lives you touched and all the friends you made. Cheers Buddy, wish you better times wherever you are and we shall remain friends for ever.

POLITICS AND SHARE MARKET

Two things that have intrigued me till date are the share markets and politics. No one knows who will rise or fall or when? Which company or party will merge with whom? Will the voter stay loyal to his share/party or ditch it? Does a person see only his profit while voting or buying shares? If he sees a party sinking does he switch sides and affiliations, similarly when a share falls does he sell it off. Who controls the share markets? I heard it is the market forces but who controls the politicians? I think it is convenience. There is something called the red herring prospectus for the companies with their history, geography, physics and chemistry. But there is nothing for a politician except his declaration of his assets. Nowhere do we see their temperament written. If we take it a little forward, then maybe the party manifesto at best. How the share will behave, I think can be predicted by some market gurus but how a politician is going to behave is anybody’s guess.

I liked what CM of Bihar did. I haven’t seen such a thing happening in my life at least as far as I can remember. No not his switching loyalties, or ditching Lalu but continuing being a CM even after resigning. The beauty is he again became the CM before anyone could say Jack Robinson, saving so much of cost to the exchequer. His residence remained the same and so did his perks and privileges. He saved the state from election expenditure. It can be called a Masterstroke to say the least. The timing of it, the why and what of it, I am not interested in but if the people of Bihar win, I am happy. Let me state very bluntly, does it tickle any nerve of anyone in rest of India? Will it affect the common adivasi, dalit or maha dalit of Bihar? Will it uplift them in the remaining period of his left over tenure? My guess is as good as yours.

Today, the share market is touching a new high. I do not know what will happen tomorrow. During Harshad Mehta’s time it was a disaster for many as I believe he kind of controlled the SENSEX then. People lost every pie of their hard earned money including their wife’s dowry in that scam. Now Modi ji is on a high. I am sceptic as politics is no different. One tends to ride the high political wave thinking it will never come down. I just hope it doesn’t.

In good old days I was attached to Sena Bhawan once for a skiing expedition. During lunch breaks we used to come down to have a nick-knack and a snack. One had to survive on chole-bhature on the road side eateries. The pavements used be full of bundles and bundles of share forms of umpteen companies being distributed free of cost. Any layman visiting would think that there is a stock market inside those huge buildings. As a time pass I used to stand and enjoy the conversations between many in uniform and various civilian experts of the defence ministry, who used to recommend buying or selling certain stocks. My dispatch rider (DR) for the expedition had become an expert himself. He knew each bank manager from Sena Bhawan to Connaught place. He was the man Friday when it came to depositing cash or cheques especially if closing dates were the same day. By the end of the expedition he could recommend certain shares to the boss with guarantee to make a profit giving examples of how much he made in a particular stock. I was impressed. Somehow I felt it was gambling and still feel so. I see no difference between politics too. Which Neta is the best bet no one can predict. I wish the DR could do that too, like he did for shares.

Politics and stocks have never been my cup of tea, so what CM Bihar does or doesn’t do should not bother me. The more of the dirty politics I see the more my dislike for it increases. I just want to stay away from it but cannot avoid it. My country runs on politics and needs money to sustain itself. Our money grows if the SENSEX grows I believe. If the bubble bursts our dreams might be shattered.

Well, a politician does politics as a profession and a broker will make profit from the stock market. I am neither. Therefore, do I need to understand both these professions or should I remain contented by staying away from “political stocks”, I wonder!!!!!!!!!!

WARDIWALA TO DHOTIWALA

 

I was hesitating all this while whether to comment on Gen JJ Singh joining politics. I am sure after such a long and illustrious service to the nation where he headed our professional army as a Chief and now as a Governor. Why has he decided to join SAD? It makes me feel sad. I will try and apply my mind to the reasons why a wardi wala takes a plunge to become a dhoti wala. Pardon me my saying so dear politicians, but in my eyes you guys do not meet my eye by any standards. You guys do not fit in my scheme of things. So Gen JJ your decision to change is very unpalatable to me. Well, to paint all dhotiwalas in the same brush may not be correct, but some become pyjama walas, some become suit boot walas, some become khadi walas, some become topi walas, but most of them become mauke par chauka walas, in my humble opinion. Where will you stand, we shall wait and see sir?

I know it is difficult to run a country with such a varied terrain and population. The irony is that this country continues to run on its own steam, irrespective of the pink colour of notes, irrespective of the colour of the lotus, irrespective of mixing up all the left over spices (parties), which actually left a bad taste in our mouths during the NDA tenure. Nehru came Nehru went, Indira came Indira went, Rajiv came Rajiv went, Vajpai came Vajpai went so will Modi in due course of time, don’t forget the others in between. Badal’s came Badal’s went and Badal’s came again. Will they continue to stay forever; your guess is as good as mine? The only thing Modi has brought in is a little change, a little freshness and little cleanliness from both garbage as well as corruption even if it is superficially. I like it, as I constantly look for something fresh in life. Sooner or later it is going to be stale. Kashmir is a stale issue, parliament logjam is a stale issue and in fact except for NOTEBANDI, nothing seems to be fresh. The 2000 and 500 notes are fresh, so I love it. Generals joining politics is a stale issue, as none of them have done anything worthwhile for their community, serving or the veterans as far as I am aware, so now this General who rose up to be a Governor is convinced to get into the grass roots. Welcome to the “HAMAAM” sir.

May I ask you, is it that you were fed up of the Raj Bhawans, the golf, the book writing etc that you now want a change. If that be so, I somehow feel that you should not have become a General in the first place. Why do you want to fall from grace? Or is it that you have seen so many politicians in your life that you have got so impressed by their work and deeds that you want to emulate them? May be you are so fed up from them that you want to do your bit to change them. Or is it that you find nothing else better to do than to join politics, to stay relevant for at least those five years that you are elected. I don’t know sir, why do you have to stoop that low. I am sure your reasons must be genuine, but for our sake and by “our” I mean the veterans’ sake please do something or don’t join politics. I wish you retire and enjoy your pension, do community service, rather waste your time and hard earned money in this tomfoolery called politics is my humble suggestion.

Sir, if you genuinely feel that you want to do something for the nation, then why you haven’t floated your own party. I also want to know from you that are you so mesmerized by the Badals that you have accepted a SAD ticket. I also want to understand from you that out of all the places why you have chosen Patiala as your constituency for election, Are you from Patiala?  Can you make a dent in the Captain’s armour? The person, who has been from the ruling clan of Patiala, will outnumber you even if he loses and I can assure you that you may lose your security deposit in the bargain. The only thing I find in common is that you are a Sikh, fine, but don’t think they are all sardars. The people of Patiala are thinking people and well educated at that. But, who am I to stop you from burning your fingers? I don’t know the exact political sway and political alliances of that region as it exists today, but rest assured you are in for a shock if not a surprise.

I have a problem when a person who once adorned a four star uniform and star plate on his car is branded with politicians. I have a problem with a man whose vehicle used to adorn the Ashoka insignia where ever he went will now have nothing of that sort. Tell me General, is it the craving for a white ambassador car which has made you to decide to fight elections. Wasn’t the black one you sat in most of your life good enough? What was the motivation behind to join active politics? We would like to know. From a General to the civil streets, from a governor to worst than a section commander, who at least used to have nine men obeying his word of command? Here you may have nine hundred “chamchas” but all looking in as many directions. Well, you are used to an organised set up, where you had your ADCs noting every word that came out of your mouth. The staff and perks which organised every move of yours, here now you have decided to get back to walking the streets and asking for votes. I don’t know it just doesn’t go down my gullet.

Well general, I wish you the best from the bottom of my heart if you really can change the way politics is done in India and especially so in Punjab. I wish you luck if you are going to do something for the veterans and the widows of the uniformed community. I wish each and every case which is pending in courts is chased by you personally, even if it means to get on loggerheads with the CM, Defence Minister or the PM. I say so as I was posted in Patiala District many moons back, and I saw the plight of the Veterans community. I saw the way widows kept increasing due to the conflict with Pakistan. I met hundreds of them, who carried pictures of their beloveds close to their chests with pride, but were deprived of honour which was their due. I felt ashamed when the civil administration neglected them as they had retired or become widows for no fault of theirs. My heart goes out to them, as more than 12000 used to gather in the canteens to pick up their groceries and things of daily needs every month besides the “Quota” which every person in the civil administration demanded for petty works of theirs. Be the change sir, for our sake.

Well sir, if you promise me to just get back the dignity of every veteran and veer nari back on track in Punjab, I am with you, but if you are going to become just a typical politician with no difference, then I rather stay mum. Will you pay heed to what I say, I wonder!!!!!!

OF BALLOT, PELLET AND BULLET

We in India are very fast to put the blame on the next chap for anything and everything. No one owns up to say yes this is where I went wrong, sorry, will not be repeated, take the punishment for it and finish the matter off. Well, India is a vast and democratic country, NO unity, only diversity, only race, only cast, only creed, only religion, only state, who cares for the tri-colour. So where is real India? Is it hiding in the ballot box, to be manipulated by the pellets and controlled by the bullet? This is what I think needs to be discussed. The ballot today is biased, the pellet today is damaging and the bullet if used today is alienating the public. So how do we address all these issues for India to continue on its path of progress?

In Karnataka everything which was Tamil or appeared to be Tamil was being destroyed. Poor buses, unsuspecting trucks and other small-small innocent looking vehicles were burnt to cinders for no fault of theirs. No one came to their rescue, the police was missing and so was the politician, the only witnesses were the hapless news reporters who could do nothing but report continuously on the deteriorating condition and plight of these non living organisms while they were being put to “Supurde-Khak”. What nonsense was that, the state which is crying for water was wasting water in millions of liters to douse fires. It was a shame to hear the elected personalities blaming it on the local sentiments. What did you gain by doing looting and arson, in your own state? I wish Karnataka forces had gone to war with the Tamil forces and brought back the water which the Supreme Court has ordered to be released in every container, mug, glass and bucket they could have laid hands on. Or else, buy all the mineral water that is available in Tamil Nadu to replenish Karnataka’s drinking water and use the river water for irrigation instead. It is shameful to see our learned countrymen, in a city famous for its brains, deciding not to use the upper storey to maintain peace and calm, to resolve issues amicably. Let me ask the custodians of law, what have they achieved by this, nothing is the answer. You politicians should be in the clink for inciting such violence, irrespective of the side which started it and irrespective of the party you belong to.

Now I must drift towards the pellets. Why were pellets not used here against all those who were doing goondagardi, hooliganism, loot and arson? Why no action was was taken against the inciters in the first place. Why were the taporis not handcuffed and paraded on the streets straight away for all to see that these are the hired goons of the local politicians. It would have set an example for all those who destroy Indian property. Why weren’t they treated in the same manner as you treat the Kashmiris in J&K? Why adequate amount of security was not mobilized to keep such mobs under surveillance, control and check? Where was the damn Karnataka Police? Why hasn’t the police chief been sacked till now? Why haven’t the MLAs been suspended for venting their sentiments through their representatives? Why isn’t the DC, SP of the areas been cashiered for allowing such a thing to happen? Anyone any answers. Or, Is this what is left of the Indian democracy? Well if this is democracy then it is time to change this democracy, tomorrow Punjab will stop the flow of water in Indira Gandhi canal and Rajasthan will be left high and dry as it used to be. Wake up!

Who brought the pellet guns for the CAPFs, was it the politicians, or was it the situation, or was it to tide over a situation the politician put pressure on the heads of the CAPFs to suggest riot control measures. With provisions in the bill to buy better and more effective stuff in the future. Delegations would have gone to all riot affected countries, meetings, seminars, case studies, basically temporary duties at the cost of the tax payers’ money. Now with issues with the pellet guns coming up in the valley, another set of officers would be going around the globe to find pepper sprays. Home ministry officials would lure the mantra ji saying boss the hospitality of “THL” country is very good that too with a wink, let us all go, have a ball, submit our tour report, recommend weapon “PepSpr-47” for induction in the valley. Mantra ji, you pass the bill in the parliament, by the time executive orders will be given, the item will be obsolete. Another fact finding mission will leave for the next trail as the governments will change. We will keep reinventing the wheel all over again, but we will not find a political solution to the issue for sure.

Now let me address the part last part called the bullet. Have we reached a stage where the ballot and the pellet fail always and every time? Has the state administrative machinery been rendered defunct? Has the internal security now become the primary aim of the armed forces today? Have the mantris and the babus proved themselves to be useless in each and every situation which has erupted in Haryana, Kashmir Karnataka or Tamil Nadu? Is this democracy? Is this the rule of law? Is this going to be the trend of the future? When it comes to the pay commissions & OROP, the armed forces are given a boot up their back sides, and when it comes to re-establishing peace and calm, the armed forces are again given a boot as they have no choice but to get the task done. The babu’s chuckle and the mantris give a sly grin. They stand on the side and watch the tamasha. The inciters become the audience, and the one who has his hands full in everything to keep the integrity of this country gets embroiled into a situation, started by the ballot, failed by the pellet and the forces pushed to use the bullet and earn a bad name. The mantri and babu get a pay increase for what they have not done. Isn’t it unfair, and unjustified?

Well ladies and Gentlemen, we live in a country where the power of the ballot is supreme, the people who use the pellets are slaves of kinds of the people who are our representatives, and the person who has to use the bullet, which he should use against the nation’s enemy is at the receiving end though he deserves much more. So my dear politicians, either you mend your ways, or you amend the constitution, but don’t make a mockery of this country that for a few thousand liters of water, a million liter of water is wasted to douse a fire, and millions of rupees worth of property is destroyed right in front of your eyes. Who has suffered in the bargain, is the common man, who has to commute by these busses to his work place every day. The truck driver, who would have a loan to repay and was penalized for delivering goods to your state or was just transiting by; sufferer, is the common man who unfortunately hired a Tamil Nadu registered truck, to shift his luggage from West Bengal to Kerala where he stands posted. You damn politicians, is this your sense of democracy?  Stop raping democracy every day forthwith. Hope some good sense prevails, hope we as Indians unite and select good people to represent us and not these goons who have no idea of the suffering of a common man. Will my idea work, I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

ME LORD & ME LADY

 

I was watching news yesterday and found a person called Shahabuddin released on bail after 11 years in the clink. Well it appeared to me as if it was President Obama’s entourage was visiting Bihar or was it Tihar, but definitely seemed like a VVIP movement. I am not going to get embroiled as to whom did he murder or rape or for that matter how much did he allegedly extort, but what catches my attention was his fan following or is it his goons following. Well, I am amazed that in this country a criminal coming out on bail is news, an actor coming out on parole is news. I speak with not much knowledge on the subject, but I speak of what I perceive this subject to be.

Let me start by a tender notice being issued by a government organization to buy glue, or duct tape of 3.274 cms x4.19 cms of xyz quantity. My issue is what this has got to do with President of India. Is the requirement legal? As if President is going to use all that glue to bind the country together and the duct tape to gag the politicians who speak too much. Yes, tenders are floated on behalf of President of India, I am sure a lot of paperwork must be going through to inform the President about it, as if he is interested and he cares. Imagine, our country still continues to follow age old traditions like these as if tenders were invited on behalf of Viceroy of India. In fact half the private aircrafts still carry the numbers such as VT-349, where VT stands for Viceroys territory. WTF! Will somebody change these? I shall allow the President to remove the gags when amendment to this bill is passed in parliament by voice vote.

See, I drifted again. Well, I started off with a criminal out on bail. The courts would have gone through a process, lower court, high court then Supreme Court pronouncing judgments, but where is the justice? Does it take 11 years to prove what this fellow did or didn’t do? I must use the word honourable courts before I am sued for disrespect of law. The judge, honourable judge decided to give him the liberty to go on bail and start his goonda raj once again as it is evident. Why, is my question? Why cannot a case be time bound? What should the justice seekers suffer for so long just to hear that this man is out on bail to conspire to restart his nefarious activities again, that too on a bond of 50000 rupees or whatever the amount would have been fixed by the courts?  I know Kanoon andha hota hai, but goonga aur behra bhi hota hai, or if I may put it that the law of our land is specially abled. “VIKLANG” is a derogatory word I suppose to be used for the “kanoon ke rakhwales”. “Slaves of the law books” is a better term I think.

I have my reasons to be so crude and unjustified in my thoughts. The reason is simply delay, delay and more delay. Crores of cases are pending, how can so few judges dispose so many cases. Well Me Lord and Me ladies, you all know that we have a community of lawyers, who are waiting at the gates of the courts like vultures looking for Mugras and Bali ka bakras like me, to run their own kitchens. If you go for a notary to the courts today, besides the value of stamp paper and the typing fee and the babu. I love to watch the babu sitting on a dilapidated bench, with a typewriter, thank god for the invention of computers. Have you ever seen a keyboard of the typist in the court, it is glistening and is clean as a slate because all the alphabets and figures have been beaten so badly that they no longer appear. I will give the PITMANs prize, if you can sequentially name the keys. You look at the Enter key, poor thing takes the maximum beating, depending on the mood of the typist and his urgency to finish his job. The space bar appears to have moved into space, the shift key keeps shifting, Oh my! I love these typists, they are fast, very fast and dare I say they make a mistake. Hats off to all of them! Every language has a specialist, it could be in English or any vernacular language, and his /her speed will be faster than a jet, breaking the sound barrier every time on hitting the key called ENTER. In fact all courts function only because of them; if they don’t type you don’t get a judgment.

You name an issue, from divorce, to theft, to succession; he will produce a template and modify it so fast that Adnan Sami will accept defeat as I believe he is the fastest key board player. One more thing my lawyer friends keep telling me is to produce a damn thing called affidavit, that too on a stamp paper of a particular denomination. From change of name to a gas connection, name it and it needs a stamp paper. Telgi saab lagaoed lot of tel to everyone, and left the lawyers to lagao choona to us. Why are these needed? Why can’t things be done away with? It is food for thought friends.

I don’t understand this game of law, a thief caught red handed is arrested by police, an FIR is filed (if it is filed), police eat from both sides, then produce him in front of a magistrate, who hears his case. The thief is given a fair trial, and given a lawyer if needed, who twists the whole issue as if the complainant invited the thief home, and while leaving gifted him with what he is accused of stealing. The thief pleads not guilty, he is sent to judicial remand, in the mean while the police haunt all and sundry in the neighborhood of the crime scene that even the street dogs refuse to leave their mark on the tires of the police gypsy fearing that they might be arrested. The trail continues, verdict is given, the criminal goes to jail, by then he tells the lawyer, that your fees shall be doubled, who goes to the next court and applies for bail, the convict, moves freely, does what he is good at doing, not himself but indirectly, keeps paying the lawyer, who keeps getting “tareekh par tareekh”, and this fellow who now is a celebrity of sorts destroys what is left of the person who reported the theft. The thief is found guilty by the next court, sent to jail again, but the case is reopened and re-appealed, now by a well known lawyer who is member of a political party and transforms the case back, in the mean time the wife of the victim passes away, his cat commits suicide, his car gets sold off paying the lawyer’s fees, and at the end of the trail, the thief goes scot free as it is proved that he had no malafide intentions of stealing. All this takes 30 years, the thief in this duration, got married, had children, one becomes an engineer and one goes abroad for MBA. At the end of it the chap who lost his stuff says, “hamme apni judiciary mein poora bharosa hai”, poor chap dies at the age of 75 suffering a massive heart attack, on seeing the thief’s Mercedes driving into his lane. Have I written a film story or what?

Well ladies and gentlemen; I come from a breed called soldiers. Justice used to be delivered on the spot. A militant spotted, meant that he would be in a coffin by the end of the day. A jawan with a personal problem and needs to attend something at home will proceed on leave with the fastest means. Decisions were taken instantly, justice was done fairly and squarely, right there, while under fire in adverse weather conditions and situations. But, Me Lords and Me ladies, can you process things within reasonable time frame or are you going to remain slaves of the colonial system. I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!

ME LORD & ME LADY

 

I was watching news yesterday and found a person called Shahabuddin released on bail after 11 years in the clink. Well it appeared to me as if it was President Obama’s entourage was visiting Bihar or was it Tihar, but definitely seemed like a VVIP movement. I am not going to get embroiled as to whom did he murder or rape or for that matter how much did he allegedly extort, but what catches my attention was his fan following or is it his goons following. Well, I am amazed that in this country a criminal coming out on bail is news, an actor coming out on parole is news. I speak with not much knowledge on the subject, but I speak of what I perceive this subject to be.

Let me start by a tender notice being issued by a government organization to buy glue, or duct tape of 3.274 cms x 4.19cms of xyz quantity. My issue is what this has got to do with President of India. Is the requirement legal? As if President is going to use all that glue to bind the country together and the duct tape to gag the politicians who speak too much. Yes, tenders are floated on behalf of President of India, I am sure a lot of paperwork must be going through to inform the President about it, as if he is interested and he cares. Imagine, our country still continues to follow age old traditions like these as if tenders were invited on behalf of Viceroy of India. In fact half the private aircrafts still carry the numbers such as VT-349, where VT stands for Viceroys territory. WTF! Will somebody change these? I shall allow the President to remove the gags when amendment to this bill is passed in parliament by voice vote.

See, I drifted again. Well, I started off with a criminal out on bail. The courts would have gone through a process, lower court, high court then Supreme Court pronouncing judgments, but where is the justice? Does it take 11 years to prove what this fellow did or didn’t do? I must use the word honourable courts before I am sued for disrespect of law. The judge, honourable judge decided to give him the liberty to go on bail and start his goonda raj once again as it is evident. Why, is my question? Why cannot a case be time bound? Why should the justice seekers suffer for so long just to hear that this man is out on bail to conspire to restart his nefarious activities again, that too on a bond of 50000 rupees or whatever the amount fixed by the courts?  I know Kanoon andha hota hai, but goonga aur behra bhi hota hai, or if I may put it that the law of our land is specially abled. “VIKLANG” is a derogatory word I suppose to be used for the “kanoon ke rakhwales”. “Slaves of the law books” is a better term I think.

I have my reasons to be so crude and unjustified in my thoughts. The reason is simply delay, delay and more delay. Crores of cases are pending, how can so few judges dispose so many cases. Well Me Lord and Me ladies, you all know that we have a community of lawyers, who are waiting at the gates of the courts like vultures looking for Mugras and Bali ka bakras like me, to run their own kitchens. If you go for a notary to the courts today, besides the value of stamp paper and the typing fee, is the babu. I love to watch the babu sitting on a dilapidated bench, with a typewriter, thank god for the invention of computers. Have you ever seen a keyboard of the typist in the court, it is glistening and is clean as a slate because all the alphabets and figures have been beaten so badly that they no longer appear. I will give the PITMANs prize, if you can sequentially name the keys. You look at the Enter key, poor thing takes the maximum beating, depending on the mood of the typist and his urgency to finish his job. The space bar appears to have moved into space, the shift key keeps shifting, Oh my! I love these typists, they are fast, very fast and dare I say they make a mistake. Hats off to all of them! Every language has a specialist, it could be in English or any vernacular language, and his /her speed will be faster than a jet, breaking the sound barrier every time on hitting the key called ENTER. In fact all courts function only because of them; if they don’t type you don’t get a judgment.

You name an issue, from divorce, to theft, to succession; he will produce a template and modify it so fast that Adnan Sami will accept defeat as I believe he is the fastest key board player. One more thing my lawyer friends keep telling me is to produce a damn thing called affidavit, that too on a stamp paper of a particular denomination. From change of name to a gas connection, name it and it needs a stamp paper. Telgi saab lagaoed lot of tel to everyone, and left the lawyers to lagao choona to us. Why are these needed? Why can’t things be done away with? It is food for thought friends.

I don’t understand this game of law, a thief caught red handed is arrested by police, an FIR is filed (if it is filed), police eat from both sides, then produce him in front of a magistrate, who hears his case. The thief is given a fair trial, and given a lawyer if needed, who twists the whole issue as if the complainant invited the thief home, and while leaving gifted him with what he is accused of stealing. The thief pleads not guilty, he is sent to judicial remand, in the mean while the police haunt all and sundry in the neighborhood of the crime scene that even the street dogs refuse to leave their mark on the tires of the police gypsy fearing that they might be arrested. The trail continues, verdict is given, the criminal goes to jail, by then he tells the lawyer, that your fees shall be doubled, who goes to the next court and applies for bail, the convict, moves freely, does what he is good at doing, not himself but indirectly, keeps paying the lawyer, who keeps getting “tareekh par tareekh”, and this fellow who now is a celebrity of sorts destroys what is left of the person who reported the theft. The thief is found guilty by the next court, sent to jail again, but the case is reopened and re-appealed, now by a well known lawyer who is member of a political party and transforms the case back, in the mean time the wife of the victim passes away, his cat commits suicide, his car gets sold off paying the lawyer’s fees, and at the end of the trail, the thief goes scot free as it is proved that he had no malafide intentions of stealing. All this takes 30 years, the thief in this duration, got married, had children, one becomes an engineer and one goes abroad for MBA. At the end of it the chap who lost his stuff says, “hamme apni judiciary mein poora bharosa hai”, poor chap dies at the age of 75 suffering a massive heart attack, on seeing the thief’s Mercedes driving into his lane. Have I written a film story or what?

Well ladies and gentlemen; I come from a breed called soldiers. Justice used to be delivered on the spot. A militant spotted, meant that he would be in a coffin by the end of the day. A jawan with a personal problem and needs to attend something at home will proceed on leave with the fastest means. Decisions were taken instantly, justice was done fairly and squarely, right there, while under fire in adverse weather conditions and situations. But, Me Lords and Me ladies, can you process things within reasonable time frame or are you going to remain slaves of the colonial system. I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!

OF BIRYANIS AND BURKINIS

 

Well ladies and gentlemen, I invite you to a get together for biryani wearing burkinis, while carrying water from Karnataka, holding our ration cards for identification made in Delhi, avoiding lifts used by Tarun Tejpal and his ilk, giving way to all minorities, using parliamentary language, without consulting our Whats app for updates, with seating arrangements made on charpoys stolen from UP, to discuss Burhan wanis killing and the state of affairs of J&K, without mentioning the Punjab drug menace, while retaining our sense of humour by tweeting to the PM about the bribe being taken by all and sundry, catering for the delays due to pot holes on roads, adding time for diversions due to traffic jams and the stink raised by garbage dumps on our way to find a solution to govern India with special focus on Pakistan,  after the pending judicial cases are resolved, keeping China’s and American role in UN in mind, to bring to trial the French commandos who killed a keralite, after the ban of liquor in Kerala followed by Bihar, which the Patel agitation supports, while the AAP has declared to ban meat and liquor in the holy city of Amritsar when they come to power, failing which our meeting over a daawat of biryani might get cancelled.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, aren’t you fed up already reading the first paragraph. This is exactly what is happening in our country, where the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is doing. The states don’t want any interference from the centre, and the centre is trying to take everyone aboard to push their decisions, while missing out on what we need to focus on actually. Everyone has his own selfish agenda, leave alone the politicians, even I have my own agenda to cater for, and so have you. Every where it is I, me, myself, take it individually, collectively as a community, as a state or a society. It is “I” who is always right, baki gaye tel lene.

Let me just ask you and especially our vegetarian friends, what comes to your mind when you hear the word biryani. It is rice cooked with meat, isn’t it, it never was rice cooked with vegetables. It was later modified to mixing the rice with vegetables and calling it as pullav. Now, what type of meat is used for it, your guess is as good as mine. It was basically goat/lamb meat. Later, a variation of putting vegetables was brought about in it, then why not a variation for the type of meat being added to it, thus came in the chicken biryani. Further, another variation was introduced with B**F. It is cheap, it is tasty, it is filling, and a poor man’s source of nutrition. Cow has been banned since ages, so what is available today is of buffalo meat, so why is such a hullabaloo about it. Try banning it in Kerala, North East etc where Hindus prefer to relish delicacy’s made out of this stuff. Anyways, much has been written about it, so no point rubbing it beyond a point. Gau Hamari mata hai aur rahegi, Period!

But, I have an issue with mata ji roaming free on roads, mataji eating plastic, mataji sitting near garbage dumps, mataji relaxing in the centre of roads, mataji being tortured by street dogs, mataji being serviced by pita ji in the main market, and causing many cars and bikes to be sent to workshops. Mata ji starving and being ill treated in gaushalas. Mataji being sent to fend for herself bruised and battered, with no veterinary care for her infections and wounds. Many a mata ji are violent, so are the pita jis. I hate to say it but the cow vigilante brigade are  not doing their jobs the way they should, but are busy harassing those who used to clear carcasses for the skins. I remember as a child, there used to be places which used to stink like hell, at the end of the villages mostly, where these people used to sit and shear the hides off animals. A pack of vultures used to be hanging around, waiting for their turn to devour the remains. I also remember there used to be stinky factories on the outskirts of towns making glue out of bones called “SARESH”, which was used while doing white wash in houses. All those have evaporated in thin air. The leather industry has taken a hit, even the famous kohlapuri chappals, made of pure cow leather, are finding it difficult to make two ends meet. Sad but true.

Well ladies and gentlemen, imagine there is a country which is banning Burkinis, due to security, safety and hygienic reasons, and here we are fighting for biryani and beef. We are a country which is launching rocket after rocket with satellites aboard, but we cannot sort out our interstate water disputes. We talk about running the “Talgo” train, but can’t keep our railway stations clean. We talk of a booming economy and gareebi hatao, but are embroiled in petty issues of reservations. We talk of foreign investment of thousands of crores, but can’t treat our man on the street who picks our garbage and cleans our street with adequate dignity. We talk of preservation of our eco system for the future generations, but immerse idols made of plaster of paris into all sorts of water bodies. Well, many of us don’t think twice before chucking a polythene bag filled with filth into a river or a pond. Please run your imagination of what can comprise of filth in this polythene I mention. India needs to wake up and wake up now.

We can’t feed our poor, we can’t clothe our poor, we can’t save our people from floods, and we can’t share our water. Then what can we do. Imagine, during a cordon and search operation, when your buddy sees you taking a swig of water from your water bottle and looks at you, you just hand the bottle over to him, as you know he has taken a bullet and is bleeding. The chopper will come after the break of dawn, till then you got to keep this man alive. You don’t care if you go thirsty that night. I am talking of that kind of camaraderie amongst us dear friends. We carry our comrades in turns, even at the peril of our lives but never leave him in enemy hands. This is how we see life. We in the forces care and we share everything. We keep our cantonments clean and green. We put in a lot of effort for that without hiring people from outside. We assume that we belong to that place knowing full well we shall be transferred tomorrow. The next chap who gets posted in carries on with the legacy. That’s how it should be. Isn’t it?

I don’t expect everyone to start changing overnight, but can we do those small little things, like for example just pick up the carry bag, which a dog or cat would have pulled out of a garbage can and put it back and close the lid. Can we carry the cover of our ice cream cone home, and dispose it off in our waste basket? Rather than chucking it on the road. Can we eat our MUFALI in the train, and put the peels into another poly bag, also can we stop rubbing the mufali kernels to remove the pink skin and then blow it into the neighbours face and dirtying the floor. Can we tell our children to eat their kurkure and save the poly pack for the next stop? Rather than making them food for our gau mataji, who may munch it all right, then suffer due to severe stomach ailments and die on the road. May we become broadminded enough to let the people who make a living out of dead animal carcasses to do their job, can we please enjoy our biryani in peace. Can we just do small things we were taught in moral science in schools? So friends, are you coming for the daawat? I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAP KA PAAP

It appears to me that to get famous these days going the Ms Leone way is the answer. I believe, she has decided to change tracks and switch to mainstream cinema from the specialized movies she is famous for. This has inspired many in India to start from where she left. The case in point is our dear AAP MLA (Minister for Women and Child Development). He has gone out of his way to develop many women through his childish acts. His pictures in various compromising positions spread like wild fire on the net. Well if my facts are correct these are six year old photos, which Sandeep sahib did not realize, that his private moments are on camera and will be used against him at the appropriate time, that too with many partners. Though, I do not advocate what he did is right, but one thing is sure that the poor ladies with him would now be ridiculed throughout their lives. The minister, as he claims it to be a political “SAAZISH”, will hide behind the legal wall and continue doing whatever he was doing like hither to fore. God forbid, if he has been in a habit of shattering lives of other innocent girls. In any case these girls do not appear to be innocent, as the act they are indulging in with such broad smiles is far-far away from being anything close to innocent.

News channels as usual will now have two agendas, one to expose AAP ka PAAP, and second to become the judge, jury and shall pronounce the sentence in this case. They will keenly monitor all your party men and keep them under the lenses eye. Please don’t be surprised if more skeletons come tumbling out of the closet. Be prepared for more shocks dear AAP people. You have ministers in the clink for fraud degrees, now sex scandals etc; time is not very far when more dirt may be shown light of the day. Media is going to haunt you and your party for sure and rightly so, it is their duty. You all should gear up as “the nation would want to know” what else are you and your party members up to in Delhi. In this media trail, Delhi should not suffer, as it is the rains are creating havoc there.

Kejriwal sahib you went to the extent of saying that if need be we shall shut down the party.  I think the day is not very far when you might have to do it sir, as the feedback and frustration I see on the faces and moods of people of Delhi, it should be curtains drawn for you in the next elections. Let me not predict anything; let your work speak for you and I wish you guys luck. I am not a political man; I like to stay away from all kinds of politics as I understand none of it. Unfortunately, I have a lot of friends from the forces and the civil who genuinely want to do good for this country, and have joined your party, but with a personality like yours, at least I am going to abstain from even looking at your party symbol for times to come. You are not my cuppa tea for sure.

Now shall start your Modi bashing, Najib bashing, Sheila bashing, to get out of this mess for a little while so that you get a breather. Just tell me; how you can blame these people for acts your MLA did six years back. Modi saab was CM Gujrat, Najib was where he was, and Shiela was in your place. The time and place for Sandeep to do his leela is for you to find out. In any case, suspension from the cabinet is a mere gesture of showing your dissent or outrage in this matter, he still holds the seat of an elected member of Delhi Vidhan Sabha. You can’t take those privileges from him. You can’t withdraw his official gari, bangla, pay, perks and privileges from him. Why can’t he be suspended for immoral conduct straight away, with all pay and pension stopped for life. Why shouldn’t he be paraded in his constituency for the offence he has committed? I am sure this man will go to court, and knowing well that the judiciaries hands are full, by the time this person is convicted and tried, the cows would come home. Maybe, you may be in power in Punjab & Goa by then and lost in Delhi, and he would have again stood as an independent candidate and won for the second time, even if he was thrown out by your party.

Well, these days I start to drift towards the conjecturing mode. One thought leads to the other, I started off with Sunny and landed up with Punjab elections, and down the line I commented on the media, the judiciary and many others. The issue remains the expose of the intimate pics and videos of our member of the AAP. Well to counter it, there are parliamentarians who were caught watching porn. Most of them sleep while issues which need national attention are discussed. Sandeep was doing all this in his bedroom privately, and I hope with mutual consent. So how does it matter to anyone? Why such hullabaloo about it?

For a common man like me, I perceive politicians to be scamsters, goondas, and some kind of people who only know how to do hanky-panky. I can’t trust them, I can’t vouch for them, and I just want to avoid them. If I put it simply, I can’t stand them. They say something, mean something, do something, blame something and someone else, and escape every time. The person who bears the brunt is me the mango man. I was deprived of my family life for many years defending the motherland during kargil operations, and thereafter because of the attack on parliament for such people who could not decide and give us orders to set the record straight with Pakistan once for all. Unfortunately I elected them.

Well, my interest level in the pics was for a few seconds, more so to try and understand who this man was rather than who the woman was, because I did not know that such a person existed in the AAP government. Mr “Glad eyes” Sandeep Kumar, hope you are married and have kids, and you have to answer them more, than the people who elected you. Your family life will be shattered for sure, as you have a lot to clarify in “your parliament at home” dear sir, so what are your plans, do let us know.

The social media is abuzz with jokes and all sorts of muck about “honorable” Mr Sandeep. They shall reach you and your party headquarters by and by. I have a suggestion for you sir, just stand up, be a man and apologize to the nation, party, your family and the girls. Beg pardon for what you had done in your exuberance. I feel that when you did this, you never had thought of being a representative of people one day. I am sure the countrymen have a big heart and may forgive you. We Indians carry an image of our parliamentarians, to be the dhoti clad, white topi wala, cleaner than rin ki safai wala person to be in your place. We do not realize that the world has moved on, and you represent the face of the modern times and modern India. This will not be acceptable to anyone especially the custodians of “Indian culture brigade”, so just stand up with folded hands and plead guilty and say sorry, the matter may be buried once for all, I hope. Do you have the guts to be forthright enough and take a box in your jaw for your raunchy adventures, I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SAVE 15 LAKHS, 1 BHK FOR SALE, 2.5 CRORES ONLY

Every morning when I pick up the newspaper, I have to go through at least three pages of ads before reaching the actual first page. There could be half a page slit vertically, there could be a talking chip attached, there could be a sachet of shampoo/moisturizer glued, a scratch card attached, or a perfumed paper stuck to the main page. One actually starts to wonder, newspapers have kind of evolved. The news paper can sell anything and in fact they sell because their survival is on ads. In the good old days, the newspaper wala used to charge one rupee to insert 50 printed ads, remember those pink/yellow handouts. Now a day’s even the headlines can be printed in pink or green isn’t it amazing! Though the days of newspapers are numbered, I think by the time my generation fades away, paper newspapers may too rest in peace. Though frankly, till date I use them as “potty-times” or else the day is ruined.

What generally catches my eye is the sprawling three page ad given by various builders on the front pages. Many say save 3-15 lakhs, wow so much saving! It will boast of sprawling lawns, club houses, terrace views, pool, gym, a place of worship, proximity to a good school, malls, airport, railway station or a highway and what have you. What it does not say is the area we are going to stay in. They shall talk about the Italian marble flooring, personal lift, car parking, no down payments, even show you an aerial view of the whole complex. Well at the first glance you and I are very impressed, but as the pages turn over, you realize, is it worth it. The dimensions of the match box are given at the end. 1 BHK, as if it’s a castle fit for kings. Actually, it would be a kennel or a pig sty of sorts.

To save 15 lakhs I have to spend 2.5 crores in the first place, hello! Are you in your senses? If I have so much of money, then will I bother to save those 15 lakhs? Secondly, my office starts at 9 am, and by the time I get back home its 9 pm, you think I will have the time and energy to go sit in your pool, run on the terrace jogging track, or hit the gym like Sylvester Stallone. With the present set of relationships, I won’t even know my neighbours’ or flat mates, except being on a Whatsapp group. So, what use of the club house can I make do of? I am not a retired person who will sit all day and play bridge or gossip in the club. My parents stay in their native place, so expecting them to utilize this facility with strangers is out of question. So is the case for the place of worship. Yes I fear God, I have a golden Idol in my home, and I do honk my horn whenever I pass by any temple. Am I too old to start japoing a mala on buying this flat? Once in a while if I am at home during a festival, I may say Hi to God here. Though, I invariably plan my holidays during festival season. Am I buying the house or am I paying for the facilities or both?

I was also thinking that should I take this house for investment purposes. Well, as the ad claims, it would be an easy loan, so for a 2.5 crores house, my EMI for 20 years would work out to about 2.5 lakhs a month calculating Mota-Moti. What the hell! You will also charge me society charges, as the security & housekeeping etc have to top class. I may have to pay somewhere close to 25-30 thousand per month for all that. I will need a bai, who may charge up to 2000 per “kaam” so anywhere close to 8-10 thousand for her. Then she will have her nakhras and tashans, that madam I use only dubai wala hand wash, and Harrods wala bartan saaf karne ka powder. Hmmm! Then you may need a driver, I am sure there would be minimum 2 vehicles in the family. The list goes on and on.

If I can afford all that then my “Memsaab” should be one who loves shopping and kitty parties I suppose, Sundays horse racing and beauty parlor, Mondays theatre, dance and drama, Tuesdays for her charity work, Wednesdays she would go to a few places of worship, other than our complex, Thursdays rest, Fridays movie day and first day first show, Saturdays for the two dogs and their grooming. Shopping would be every day in fact, if not physically, then on line. People don’t look at you if Dominos and Pizza huts are the only delivery people who knock your doors. You need big basketer’s, gropers etc. I don’t even know the high end ones. Imagine all this from a 1 BHK.

Oh! I forgot the children, one son and daughter; they will be with the baby sitters, or in top boarding school’s hostel. They may or may not come home during holidays. I was just wondering to maintain such a lifestyle, how much should I be earning, and how much should I be saving. I do not wish to hurt any of those who can and have the means to enjoy this lifestyle, but I can’t imagine that much of free flowing cash or credit. Not in my weirdest of dreams. I just drifted to another world, which even if I dream, I cannot reach unless I find a pot of gold under the rainbow, or I win a lottery jack pot, I have yet to buy a ticket.

People talk about investments, people talk about alternate incomes, people talk about living well, and why not. I talk about, what is our level of satisfaction? When can we say ok now I have enough? When shall we be contented? Why are we saving for our future generations? If I have lived well, can’t they live well on their own? I know, there is struggle in every one’s life, and one has to put in efforts, rich or poor. Let us live it and enjoy every bit of it. I would love to chase a rainbow, rather than find that pot of gold, as I won’t know what to do with it. I would rather benefit from and enjoy nature, rather than purchase a hillside and then ruin it, for my worldly pleasures.

Well folks, there is no end to all this, enjoy your today, as yesterday has gone, and don’t worry for tomorrow and it is yet to unfold. Don’t be penny wise & pound foolish that to save 15 you spend 2.5. Live happy, sleep well, count your blessings, give something back to society and nature, as these are the biggest gifts given to you to enjoy. I have decided to be at peace with whatever has been bestowed on me, will you all try to give it a thought, I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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